When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.
Love is the great miracle cure.